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He looked pleasantly surprised when he ran his hand up my thigh and discovered my nylons were actually lace stay-up stockings. As a result, his hand did not leave my upper thigh the entire evening.

We ordered drinks and engaged in the requisite small talk. Occasionally he would lean in to kiss my lips or neck. I didn’t mind – at least it was a clear signal that he was interested.

After a few hours of talking he walked me back to my car and leaned in for a final kiss. He had me pinned – my back to the car door, with one arm around my waist. Then without warning his other hand quickly slipped under my skirt and into my panties. My gasp of shock quickly turned into a moan as he thrust his tongue into my mouth and began rubbing my clit – immediately resulting in heat, wetness and my pulling him closer to me.

He began nibbling on my earlobe, whispering that he wanted to fuck me tonight- there in the parking lot- in the back seat of my car.

I hesitated. Torn between caution and desire. But I’ve never been a fan of car sex – it’s cramped and something that I associated with horny teenagers avoiding their parents, not consenting adults. Besides – I felt it was good to make him wait a bit.

That decision made in my head, I couldn’t help teasing him a little first – biting his lower lip and rubbing his crotch while I pretended to consider his proposition.

I could feel his cock straining for release, so I unzipped his pants to lightly caress it – glad for the moment that we were in a relatively isolated corner of the parking lot.

As I would about to send him on his way for the evening, he took matters into his own hands – yankming down my panties and lifting my leg over his hip. He rubbed his erect cock against my hot slippery cunt, telling me again how much he wanted me.

I moaned my acquiescence and felt him thrust into me at that same moment. No hesitation- outside the car in a public parking lot. He slammed into me hard and fast, and we were done before anyone had the chance to come out and notice us.

He demurely kissed me goodnight, told me that it was nice meeting me and that he hoped we could do it again soon.

We hadn’t met, but oh how I wanted to. His profile was the perfect mix of proper grammar, playfulness and sensuality. I didn’t even mind that his profile photo was a shot of his penis. It looked good- large, but not obscene, erect but not covered in semen. It invited sucking- I felt it deserved some of my attention.

We emailed a few times. He was appropriately flattering of my own profile and begged for more photos. He wanted to know more about mu likes, dislikes, and most importantly; my limits.

He was open to the idea of threesomes and group sex and wanted to know if I felt the same. I am honestly more intimidated by the idea of a threesome than a group. The larger the number of participants the more fun, and less intense it seems. Less opportunity to be judged negatively. My own insecurities seeped through with this response, but he was pleased that I was at least open to the idea of both.

We were to meet a few days later- just the two of us. He was all I could think about while I waited for the day to approach. Something about this man touched me- in the most intimate and primal of places.

We were to meet in a lounge and I agonized over what to wear. One can only be so risqué in public, but I definitely wanted to arouse him visually. I settled on a black halter dress, stockings and obscene come-fuck-me boots. The neckline plunged invitingly and the dress hugged all my curves. And the boots? After a moment of indecision, I opted for the red rather than the black, with lipstick to match. Why not go for completely over-the-top?

This meeting was just to get to know each other. The idea of sex was still a few rendezvous off.Since I’m a control freak, I arrived early and chose a seat where I could see him enter.

He looked exactly like his photo, so that was a relief. I could never understand why people would lie or send old pictures. What could possibly be the result other than anger and disillusionment? It’s like a betrayal- you’ve invested your time and potential trust in this person, only to find they’ve been abusing it. Then they think you’re shallow and son’t understand that it’s about the lie- not about aesthetics.

This wasn’t an issue with him though. He was just as delicious in reality as he was on screen. Clean-cut with just enough scruffiness to be fun. He looked…professional. Trustworthy. Competent. Sweet.

So a side-effect of this experience is the hyper sensitivity to all things of a sexual nature. I have never masturbated and used my vibrator so much in such a short period of time.

I am finding myself in a constant state of arousal. I guess like all things, sexuality is a muscle, and the more you use it – the more easily stimulated and available it is.

I am just about jumping out of my skin right now, wanting someone to take the edge off.

I talked to Bunny Ears the past couple of days. He’s one of the few who have sent me nude photos. I don’t mind the photos, but again, I get the sense that the men are trying to simply show off their size. Ample endowment is not a guarantee that they can get me off.

Bunny Ears was asking me to meet him for a drink last night. He seems OK with the idea that we meet once or twice, and then go from there. I can respect that kind of attitude a lot more than the men who simply want to meet me for sex simply after reading my profile.

I was so aroused last night that I thought about actually putting myself together and meeting him in a hotel bar. If things went well we could get a room right there.

Then I started coughing. Oh yeah. That’s why I was staying home all weekend. Somehow I don’t think coughing fits are what I should make my trademark “thing.” Hopefully next weekend I’ll be in a completely healthy state.

Although I confess I’m a bit terrified. I’m ready for sex. God knows I am. But still…meeting a complete stranger? Small talk? Not so much one of my strong points. What if we end up just staring at each other without anything to say? Perhaps I should just shove my tongue down his throat to make up for any awkward silences?

I suppose rubbing his crotch and leaning over to show off some cleavage might give me a few moments to come up with some sparking comment?

I guess everyone has fear of the first time right? And then with practice…?